"Take that seat, you'll find it more comfortable."
She pointed to a loose canvas-backed chair near the steps. He smiled as he had done in the hut when he had looked at his image in the glass. The other chairs were hard-backed, and it proved that she had been thinking of his deformity when she chose this one. He seated himself and placed his hat on the floor beside him. She took in at a glance his pale, sensitive face, curious eyes, and long white fingers, and as she looked she came to a conclusion.
"Your friend, Mr. Ellison, wants me to give you employment. Until a minute ago I had not made up my mind. Now I think I shall do so."
"I knew you would."
"How did you know it?"
"By the way you dropped your hand on the back of that chair just now. Well, I'm very glad. It is good of you. You know nothing about us, however, remember that. Don't trust us too far until you are more certain of our honesty. Sir Walter Raleigh, I would have you not forget, says, 'No man is wise or safe but he that is honest.' It is for you to find our honesty out."
"You talk as if you were taking me into your employ, instead of its being the other way about."
"So you noticed it? I was just thinking the same thing myself. It's a habit of mine. Forgive it."
"Somehow I think I shall like you. You talk in a way I'm not quite used to, but I fancy we shall hit it off together."
"I make no promises. I have some big faults, but I'll do my best to amend them. You have heard of one of them."